I like the rain.
When most peole hate it so much.
It’s so free,
falling in the grounds like it’s supposed to do.
There is no fear of falling.
Kissing dandelion petals with
every water drop of it.
I envy it.
I want to fall in love without
fearing if I’ll splatter or be catched.
Or like no matter what happens,
I can easily compose myself again
and fall again whenever needed.
I like that idea.
Falling without hurting.
But it’s just impossible.